Levi Johnston's Alaska: Like 90210, Only Colder

The former Palin interloper has a new book out and he is, well, forthcoming about he and Bristol's bedroom exploits

The most famous man ever to have sex in Alaska, Levi Johnston, has unsurprisingly parlayed his infamous fifteen minutes (five minutes? How long do teenagers last?) into a 300-page memoir. That's right: Bristol Palin's teen lover-turned-baby daddy-turned-fiancé-turned-shit-talking ex-fiancé has a new book, Deer In The Headlights, out this month. In it, he details the assorted locations where he and Bristol—or as Levi calls her throughout "my babe"—snuck away to be alone, which presumably involved a lot of fondling "her girls." His nickname, not ours. Here's where they got it on:

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Bristol's bedroom

"We did whatever we wanted in my babe's bedroom.... I loved every inch of her."

The Palins' upstairs shower

"We were in the middle of shampooing each other's hair when we heard the truck...."

Sarah Palin's Jacuzzi

"We were more careful when we took a bubble bath downstairs in Sarah's Jacuzzi."

"A few days later, Rex, Tank, and I flew to L.A. GQ had done a profile on me so they invited me to their Man of the Year awards. And Tank. When Tank and I stood in line waiting for our turn to walk the red carpet, I noticed I was standing right next to Kim Kardashian. What a great ass. Tank had to nudge me. I turned to him and saw that Mr. Clint Eastwood was behind me.

The reporter walked away to chat up the real stars who were there. I was not Mr. Clint Eastwood. I wasn't even Kim's ass. No one reacted to me, or to Tank. It was a bit of a downer.

Rex and Tank grazed the buffet while I looked for a Dr Pepper. The Hollywood crowd didn't do Dr Pepper. Little knots of people, like nonbettors at a craps table, were circling the celebelitists. Kobe Bryant. Lindsay Lohan. Morgan Freeman. I was left alone."

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